Sometimes a hope that we cannot understand

The month of June brings longer days,
laziness,
the blue sky, bluer that usual.
The birds are already here,
their babies are learning how to master their wings
The cherries trees are ready,
to share the red cherries
with friends, birds and raccoons.

Time passes so quickly
another spring,
another summer,
and we just
languish in the garden chairs,
with the shadows that
the grape vines
offer us every summer.

Yes, everything turns joyful
and we forget
our problems,
because the power of energy
moving in time
says that we have hope,
sometimes a hope that we cannot understand.